Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
June Days,
The Wake,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.